The Ties That Bind

by J. L. Langley, Jet Mykles, Jet Mykles

  Kenneth placed his elbows on the bar and lifted his laced fingers so that he could prop his chin on them. He batted his eyelashes ridiculously at Noah. “Do you need a ride?"

  Noah grimaced, hearing the weak double meaning. “No.” He briefly extended the scowl toward Richard, then left.

  * * * *

  This time it was a single room at the hotel. A big closed cabinet presumably held a television and a small table with two chairs occupied the far corner by the window, but the majority of the space was taken up by the king-sized bed. All of the hotel's bedding had been removed and was out of sight, replaced by a shimmery yellow satin fitted sheet. Just the fitted sheet, no top sheet.

  Noah stood at the foot of the bed and smiled over the thudding of his heart. Draped across the huge, plump pillows—definitely not hotel issue—were two black nylon straps, each with a handle at the end. He could easily tell that the two ends were part of a whole, the sturdy tether draped behind the solid wood headboard. The remainder of his presents lay in front of him, without the wrapped box this time. Another butt plug still in its commercial plastic, a folded black scarf, a bar of the lemon soap and a small gold band were all arranged on the mattress above the familiar folded vellum paper. He picked up the band to see if he could figure it out but once he saw it he recognized it. He'd never worn a penis crown himself, but he'd been with men who had. The band of gold was made to fit right under the head of his cock and was supposed to make the tip a lot more sensitive. His belly quivered at the thought of wearing it.

  Palming the jewelry, he picked up the paper. A small scrap of what looked like copy paper fell out and drifted back onto the mattress, but first he read the letter:

  Noah,

  At 11:00PM. I expect to find you showered and dry, lying on the bed with the blindfold on. The leather straps on the pillows are for you to hold onto. I wouldn't bind you until we both agree, but we can pretend for tonight and see how we like it.

  The gold band is a penis crown. Enclosed are instructions for putting it on.

  Leave the collar on the nightstand.

  As for the plug, I leave that up to you. Wear it if you will. If you don't, I'm going to fuck you.

  Wearing everything except the blindfold is negotiable. If you don't wear the blindfold, game over.

  Yours,

  Me

  Noah mused over the line about the plug. He glanced up at the nightstand to where a new bottle of lube and five or six condoms lay scattered. Presumably, his mystery lover planned to use them.

  He dropped the letter and crown onto the bed as he toed out of his shoes. Pulling the chain collar from his pocket, he set it beside the lube and condoms. He undressed quickly, draping his clothing over the chair in the corner, then took the soap into the bathroom.

  So his mystery lover was leaving the actual fucking choice to him. He rather appreciated that. He wondered if all this careful concern would continue once the blindfold came off. And when exactly would the blindfold come off? Tonight?

  Once showered, he dried his hair then returned to the room, bringing one of the small white hand towels with him. He retrieved the votive candles from his pack and set them around the room, lighting them. Once the mood was set, he crawled onto the bed and sat in the middle. He slipped on the penis crown and immediately liked it. Looked very classy. Imagining his mysterious lover seeing it on him just made him harder.

  He picked up the packaged butt plug. This one was black and ribbed. It would feel good, he knew. For a good ten minutes he considered it, watching the clock on the nightstand click from 9:45 to 9:52. But he tossed the package aside. Fucking was what he wanted tonight.

  Mind made up, he reached for the lube and ripped off the plastic. He poured some onto the fingers of his right hand and knelt up on the bed to reach behind and prepare himself. He let himself enjoy his fingers, enjoying more the reason he felt it necessary to do this. Wouldn't his mystery lover be pleased that Noah was really ready for him?

  After wiping his hands dry, he made sure he knew where the restraint handles lay, tied the scarf around his head and lay back to wait. The handles in the straps fell just short of uncomfortable, spreading his arms with a little bend for his elbows. He looped his hands through the straps so they were snug about his wrists, leaving him to grip the first part of the tether, the length of nylon. The straps themselves were slightly padded, clearly meant for this exact use.

  Lying there blind and nearly bound, Noah was shocked at the surge of excitement that bubbled under his skin. His cock lengthened over his belly and he tortured himself by not reaching for it, pretending he was unable. A soft moan escaped his lips at the very thought.

  If it was like this when he knew he could get away, what would it be like to really be bound? To not be able to get away? To be completely at another's mercy? There were two answers that sprang immediately to mind. With someone he could trust, it would be amazing. With someone he didn't, it would be impossible.

  How much did he trust this unknown man? Was it really someone he knew? When would he find out?

  Mind reeling, he was hardly aware that his lower body was softly writhing until he felt the pull on his wrists. He let his head sink back into the pillows, exposing it to the heated air. On his cock, the gold crown made him far too aware of his erection. He could even feel the little dribble of precum. Damn, he could almost come just from lying there!

  The sound of the door opening only made it worse. He tried to stop his hips but only managed to subdue them to a tiny rocking.

  Footsteps stopped at the far corner of the bed and there was no sound for a few minutes. He's looking at me. Did he like what he saw? A fission of unease speared through Noah's chest, realizing the very real possibility of danger. Stupid, take off the blindfold. You don't know him. You don't know what he's going to do. But he remained where he was, spellbound, hard as a rock, his hips still moving just that little bit to make the head of his cock rub his belly. With the crown on, the intensity of the feeling tried to distract him from listening to his soon-to-be lover.

  Movement. Some low sounds and a sigh of fabric on skin that Noah chose to interpret as shoes and a shirt coming off. Then the mattress beside him dipped.

  A tiny groan escaped his lips at just the knowledge of the other's closeness.

  An appreciative sigh sounded just as a warm palm cupped his jaw, turning his face. Minty breath on his lips then the soft press of a mouth on his.

  He opened beneath those lips, hungry for a deeper kiss than he was allowed. He tried to capture the tongue that swept his lips but the man evaded him, pulling back.

  A chuckle in response to his frustrated whimper. He tugged at the strap handles as the man's hand slid from his jaw down his neck then slowly explored his chest. Wicked fingers found his nipple rings and gently plucked, teasing.

  "Please.” The word escaped his lips by surprise.

  He felt the hand on his chest tense, heard the sharp intake of breath. The bed adjusted and he felt the brush of an arm on his far side before the weight of a chest was braced low over his. That hot, wet mouth closed over nipple, ring and chain, sucking it all in.

  Noah arched into that mouth, shoving his butt into the mattress and pulling at the strong straps with all his strength. He struggled with an orgasm that fought to escape his body, just managing to tame it.

  Lips and tongue tormented him, playing with the ring in his nipple, dragging around the sensitive skin surrounding the disk of skin. With a final, playful tug of teeth on ring, the lips found their way to the other nipple to repeat the torment.

  The rocking of Noah's hips increased and he stopped even trying to control the movement. “Please,” he moaned. He was never this needy. Not so soon, at least. Not after such little actual touch. But he needed...

  A warm, dry hand closed around the shaft of his dick.

  "Yes!” he cried, nearly catapulting off the bed. “Oh please, yes.” He was almost convinced that his death grip on the straps was all that prevented
him from hitting the ceiling.

  Above him, a moan. Teeth bit down into the meat of the muscle right above Noah's nipple as the hand on his cock squeezed its way up to just beneath the gold crown. A thumb swiped over the copious precum leaking from the tip.

  Crying out, Noah's chest twisted toward his lover, his hips rocking away. He had no idea if his first instinct was to press closer or to escape. It didn't matter since he couldn't escape. The strap bit into his wrist as he yanked. The headboard thumped the wall.

  But the hand was steady on his shaft. Another movement of the large body beside him then lips closed around the head of Noah's cock.

  "God yes!” Noah bent his knee, the better to shove his dick into the wet, welcome haven of that mouth.

  A big hand closed over his hip, stilling him. A heavy chest pinned the other thigh to the bed, preventing much movement.

  Pinned, arms restrained, Noah let out an agonized laugh to discover what he felt was delicious freedom. His main frustration stemmed from the fact that one of his legs was mostly free.

  His lover's mouth sampled him like a rare delicacy. Lips, tongue and teeth played with the all-too-sensitive head, toying at the rim, exploring the gold band that hugged the pulsing shaft. Then, in response to one of Noah's impatient, aborted thrusts, the mouth slid down, tongue dragging over the vein underneath.

  "Oh God, wait,” Noah breathed, thrusting in defiance of his request. It was too much. “I'm going to...” He couldn't hold it back. His skin sizzled.

  Suction. Glorious, beautiful suction as lips and tongue pulled up then slid down toward the base of his shaft while the tip of his erection scraped the back of that mouth.

  He shouted, throwing his head back, shoving his hips against the immovable strength of the chest and hands pinning him. He came, his body exploding, the headboard above him thumping loudly.

  A vague corner of his mind registered his lover's start of surprise, the grunt, the clumsy spill of cum from a throat that didn't quite swallow it all. He hasn't done this much. If ever. Unable to process it all, Noah subsided with a breathy whimper.

  His lover lapped at him, licking up the cum he'd missed. Letting some dribble down over and under Noah's sensitive balls. A cum wet finger tickled his anus.

  Noah moaned, lifting his thigh to afford better access. Despite the mind-numbing orgasm that had just wrecked his body, he gladly invited penetration. When the finger just kept tickling, he pushed down, managing to impale himself on the tip.

  Taking the hint, his lover pushed the finger in a little deeper, wiggling it. Lips pressed Noah's belly, lapping at his navel while that one finger pressed in and explored, a welcome invasion but not nearly enough.

  The urge to remove his left hand from the strap and lower it onto where he knew his lover's back would be was nearly undeniable. Nearly. With that first surge of lust sated and the second surge building, he wanted to do a little exploring of his own. But judging from this entire experience, he knew he needed to keep his hands to himself until given permission to touch.

  He hoped the permission came soon.

  When the finger pulled out and the man sat up, he mewled a protest.

  A warm chuckle. “Shhh.” A wet hand stroked his belly before the man left the bed entirely. Noah listened to the soft susurrus of cloth against skin and decided that was pants and any possible underwear coming off. At least, he hoped that was what he heard. He definitely recognized the rustle of plastic that had to be a condom packet tearing open.

  "Won't you talk to me?” Noah asked, voice soft but the plea was there.

  "Not yet,” came the whispered response. If the room hadn't been so quiet, if he hadn't been so attuned to this other man, he doubted he'd have heard it. It certainly wasn't distinguishable as any particular voice.

  "Soon?"

  The mattress dipped down by his knees and a strong hand lifted his leg. “Soon."

  Noah smiled. “Fucking now?"

  Another chuckle as his ankle was placed on a warm, bare shoulder. Chest hair tickled the back of his calf. “Yes."

  Two fingers pushed into him, well-lubed this time. He could have told his lover that such careful preparation wasn't necessary for him, but he chose to enjoy the attention. The fingers scissored inside him and a third was added. He squirmed, loving every second.

  Then the fingers came out and the slick tip of that big cock he remembered from the previous night pushed at his hole. Knowing what he wanted and how to get it, Noah rocked his hips, forcing that cock a little bit deeper.

  A hiss and a squeeze on his thigh stopped him. He gave his own hum of approval when his mysterious lover slowly pushed in a few more inches, finding no resistance, hopefully enjoying the hot confines of Noah's body. He paused when he was fully seated and Noah squirmed, the better to feel the friction within his body. Then when the man started to pull out, causing that glorious rub over Noah's gland, Noah lost his ability to keep quiet.

  "Yeah,” he cried, “fuck me. Shit, yes, please, oh please..."

  Most lovers got off on his begging and this one was no exception. Begging incited groans and got hips to thrust harder. So Noah shamelessly begged and got fucked good and hard like he liked it. He yanked on the straps, writhing, creating as pretty a picture for the man pumping into him as he knew how to make. The knot of the scarf tied about his head drove into the back of his skull but he used it, letting the annoying throb melt into rocking lust as his body was jerked higher and higher toward the headboard by the heavy body between his legs.

  Strong hands gripped beneath both of Noah's knees, pushing them back toward his shoulders, tilting his hips up. In that position, Noah couldn't move very much but it afforded his lover freedom to switch up the angle of his thrust. He took Noah fast, then slowed up, making sure Noah felt every inch of hard cock inside him. Noah cried, begging, telling this man how wonderful he felt, making sure his enjoyment was known.

  The thrusts got ragged, harder. Fingers bit into Noah's legs. The cock inside him swelled. An agonized grunt preceded a tension in that big body as the man came inside Noah.

  He collapsed forward, one arm braced on the mattress beside Noah. Utterly satiated, Noah waited, hoping to receive permission to remove the blindfold. He received a kiss instead. A long, possessive, exploratory kiss that drew out for many, beautiful moments. The cock still inside Noah swelled and Noah whimpered in surprise as his lover started thrusting again.

  He made an impatient sound and pushed back, pulling out. Noah listened, delighted when the man surged over him and he heard the tearing of another condom packet. Again?! So soon?

  "Oh you fucking god you!” he moaned.

  Resheathed, that magical cock pushed back inside of Noah, then his lover was over him again, thrusting. He took Noah's mouth again, slow and overpowering, mating their tongues, thrusting steady with his tongue, keeping in rhythm with his hips. Noah held onto the straps as rational thought melted out of his pores. His sense of time deteriorated. All that existed was the heated air, the hotter body braced over his and the scorching cock abusing his insides. His own cock swelled without his complete knowledge, made evident only when his lover reached down to palm it. The man's thumb teased the penis crown and Noah screamed into his mouth, coming in hot spurts all over his own belly. On a groaning sigh, his lover came as well.

  Noah collapsed into the pillows, hands now hanging useless from the straps. His lover pushed away, staggering a little. He left the bed and Noah distantly listened to water running. You'll take the blindfold off now, Noah mused, fighting a yawn. You'll take it off and I'll finally know who you are.

  Noah's eyes opened with a start. He lay on his back on the hotel bed, hands laid on his chest with a blanket draped over him. The candles were out and the only light came from around the corner in the bathroom.

  He'd fallen asleep?

  He sat up, tossing aside the blanket. He was still naked but—he glanced behind him—the black nylon strap from around the headboard was gone. The lube and condoms w
ere gone. The penis crown sat on the nightstand beside his wallet and keys.

  "Hello?” he called, throwing his legs over the side of the bed.

  He stood, wobbling a little. His belly was clean, evidence that someone had cleaned him up after sex. He rushed into the bathroom but found no one

  "You left?!” he cried, his voice bouncing off the tan tiles.

  Pissed, dismayed, he stormed back into the bedroom. A familiar vellum envelope lay atop his clothing on the table. He snatched it up and read:

  Noah,

  Tomorrow I'll make myself known. I'll give you back the collar and you can choose whether or not to accept it.

  Yours,

  Me

  The collar. Noah turned to see that it was missing from the nightstand.

  He looked back at the envelope. His lover had planned to leave him mysteriously all along.

  * * * *

  "'Mornin',” Mitch greeted him, mouth half full of cereal. He sat in a tank top and sweats on the couch in the living room, watching his flat screen television.

  Head still bleary from sleep, Noah grunted at him, shuffling into the kitchen. Thursdays were Mitch's late day. Was it Thursday? Did he care? No.

  Listless, restless, Noah opened the refrigerator door and stood in the cold waft of air staring at the contents like something attractive would reach out and grab his balls.

  One could only hope.

  "Well happy Valentine's Day to you, sunshine,” Mitch teased, appearing in the doorway of the kitchen.

  Without turning toward him, Noah held up one hand in a middle finger salute.

  Mitch laughed. “Who peed in your Cheerios?"

  An exasperated sigh exploded from Noah's mouth. Pouting, he slammed the fridge door shut and turned to drop heavily onto one of the kitchen chairs. He let his forehead fall forward onto the arms he folded on the table.

  A chair across the table squeaked under Mitch's weight and a bowl clicked on the tabletop. “Did last night not go well?"

  "It was fine.” He sighed, tilting his head back so his chin propped on his arms. He stared morosely at the pattern of gold and white in the fake granite tabletop. “It was fantastic."